Drabbles- AR No.57pg50 09/09 (Page 35)

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"Ouchhh!" he yelped as Riddhima quickly pulled off the bandaid. "Sorry Babe, but you know that it would have hurt you a hell lot more had I removed it slowly." Armaan winced as she gently cleaned the cut, which ran along his cheek, with antiseptic. Riddhima saw how hard he was grinding his jaw, to ensure that another hiss didn't escape his lips. She blew a wisp onto the cut to add extra coolness. "I don't think we will put a plaster on it tonight, let the cut get some air" "Hmmm" he said and slowly unwinded his jaw. Armaan had been playing football with some of the other lads, when someone from the opposition had pushed head onto the frame of the goalpost in a dirty tackle.

Riddhima put the first aid kit away, washed her hands and then made way back to Armaan. She walked into their room to see that he was watching a football match. "Some things will never changed" she said, smiling to herself.

She removed her night dress from their fitted cupboard, dropped a quick kiss on Armaans head and then jumped into the shower.

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Nondescripts got a thing for Armaans handwriting- seems like Riddhima does too ;)

Muskaan was not well and had taken the day off, Riddhima
didn't mind her other peers but it was difficult to hold a stimulating
conversation with them over an hour, Anjali was busy in surgery and Armaan was
prepping for a case in the library, hence Riddhima was left no-one to eat lunch
with. She wasn't really hungry; she purchased two coffees from the canteen and
then made way to the library to kill off her two hour break.

The library was in the old part of the Sanjeevani building.
It was a domed room which had wooden floorboards, wooden bookcases, wooden
tables and warm lights, producing a comfy glow. It had two levels. The bottom
floor was for reading, and the circular spiral staircase positioned right in
the middle led to level area filled with desks. Riddhima knew that Armaans
favourite spot was the desk by the window. It was a little secluded from the
other desks but he had told her once before that he liked studying there;
especially at night time when the moonlight bathed your book. Riddhima would
never be able to study in a place like that, it was too cosy, she knew she'd
fall asleep the minute she would open a book.

Armaan was so engrossed in his work, his head buried in
three chunky medical texts books and a fat scribble pad which he was exhausting
his blue biro pen in. Riddhima neared him and saw that he was trying to draw a
diagram which he had drawn multiple times and crossed out one too many time.
"Armaan" she whispered from behind him, not wanting to interrupt the other
Doctors who were studying in the library. Armaan was startled at his name being
called out, "huh" he said, nearly pushing Riddhima back and spilling the two
coffees. "Woah!" he said, grabbing her hand to ensure she didn't fall.
"Careful" he said, taking the coffees from her hand and scooted on the bench
making space for her. "Thanks" she said, wiping off the small droplets off
coffee from her hand. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I'm
fine" she said with a warm smile. "Here" this is for you, she said and wiped
the sticky residue which had stuck itself on the coffee cup. "Thanks!" he said,
grateful at her gesture. "I only drink coffee when I'm stressed and right now,
this cup has come at the perfect time!! So yeah, thanks" "no problem" she
replied now paying attention to his drawing. "Armaan your handwriting is
perfect" she said, astounded at the calligraphic font; each flick perfectly
angled, each letter the same length and an equal distant between each word. How
did you learn to write like that, it looks like it has been typed? My
handwriting , as you have commented on before is an illegible scrawl" he
chuckled quietly, she wasn't the first to make such a comment. "I'm serious,
where did you learn how to write like this?!" she whispered. "Well, one
Christmas when I was 8 years old, my father had taken me with him to one of his
business trips to New York." She interrupted him, "your fathers a business
man?" "he was" he replied briskly, and before she could ask anything else about
his parents, he continued "So yeah, my father had a two day conference in New
York, and after that we were going to go and stay at the lodge he had booked.
Unluckily, the two day deal turned into something that spanned over five and I
as a result was stuck in his office with absolutely nothing to do. I basically
sat next to my father for five days listening to business men in suits talk business jargon
and whilst I did I began mimicking my father's handwriting; everything he would
write I would copy. I continued doing this even after my holidays and after a
few months I had learnt how to write like my father." "When you were 8 years
old! Woah!!" she whispered in surprise. "I would never have had the patience; I
was probably too busy arguing with Anjie over who got what room in our holiday
house, at that age." Armaan chuckled, "trust me, I was SO bored!!" She sipped
her coffee silently still amazed at the scribble pad in front of her.

"ArmaanJi, if you can write so well, why on earth can you
not draw a simple diagram" "urghh don't get me started" he said, frustrated
once again. It was a good thing that they were sitting at the back of the
library near the window where no-one could hear them or else they'd surely have
been kicked out. "Each book shows something
different, I'm trying to combine all three into one" "That shouldn't be too
bad" she said, looking at the books intently, "Mr Perfectionist, the
differences are minor on the outside, it's the inside that you should be
worried about. Here pass the pencil here." He watched her lick the side of her
lips as she intently tried to draw the diagram. "Viola!" she whispered, "I am
not VanGogh, but that is as best as I can do", Armaan tilted his head to one
side and then to the other, trying to figure out what he was looking out. He
slowly turned his head towards her and then raised a brow. Riddhima couldn't
help the fit of giggles that possessed her, she quickly dropped the pencil and
then covered both her palm over her mouth, to drone out the laugh. "At least I
tried" she said, once the giggle attack had subsided. "Thank you RiddhimaJi,
now if you don't mind I shall take this back" he said, plucking his pencil from
her lap and then drew a squared around her autographed drawing. "How comes you
didn't scribble it out?" asked a curious Riddhima. "Because this my friend is
art." He said with a chuckle. "If I ever go back to this page of notes again
when I am studying, then at least I can have a quick laugh at my buddys
artistic talents" Riddhima punched him in the arm, "ha-ha, very funny Dr
Mallik".

They both drank their coffees as Armaan finally drew the
diagram as best as he could. "There!" said Riddhima, "that actually came out
well" "just about" he said, stacking the coffee cups on top of one another and
placing them both on the corner of the table. Riddhima rolled her eyes, "it
does look good. Anyway I still have an hour to kill, so I am going to take a
nap" she said, removing the dupatta from around her neck and creating a
make-shift pillow. "Wake me up in an hour" she said and before she closed her
eyes, she added "oh and good luck with these ridiculous amount of notes" she
said and stuck her tongue out. "Shut up" he said, and poked her in the side. "Oi!"
she squealed, causing a very tired looking senior to ask her to keep it down.
Armaan sniggered whereas Riddhima huffed, "wake me up in an hour" she snapped
and shut her eyes. Armaan looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, she really
was a funny lass!

After about ten minutes of fidgeting he could tell that
Riddhima had fallen asleep by the soft breathing noises she was making. Armaan
was glad she had fallen asleep, not that he minded her presence, he didn't
because she was lovely, it was just that Armaan worked best alone and in
silence.

An hour had passed and Armaan had just finished returning
the books to their respective shelves. He threw away the two coffee cups and
placed his notepad and stationary in his satchel. He checked the time on his
mobile phone and realised that it was now one olock and Riddhimas lunch break
was over.

"Riddhima" he called gently, trying to get her to open her
eyes. "Riddhima" he whispered again, she still didn't respond. "Great, another
Niki! Sleeps like she's in hibernation!" he muttered as he gently patted her
arms. "Riddhima wake up" he called again, finally getting an incoherent
response "mmmlemmesleeeppp". He had an idea, "Riddhima, Dr Keerti!", he thought
she would jump, "ShutupArmaan,don'tlietome" she said raising her head and
rubbing her eyes. Armaan laughed, the girl was on game, even when her brain was
still retuning.

" Well That was refreshing" she said with a yawn and then
stretched her arms, in the process hitting poor Armaan in the face. "Oops!" she
said and bit her lips with all her front teeth. "I'm so sorry!!" Armaan looked
at her and frowned, " I am so sorry" she said pouting. "It's fineee" he said,
"I know it was a mistake" she gave him a brilliant smile as she stood up. "I
gotta dash, otherwise Hitler will skin me alive" saying that, she dashed down
the spiralled staircase and left the library.

Armaan didn't know what to make of this girl, "you really
are something Riddhima Gupta." he said with a chuckle and got up to leave the
library himself.

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